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The safehouse air is thick with the scents of cordite and old coffee grounds. A lone bulb swings from a wire above the steel table, throwing nervous shadows over a chaos of maps and a clumsily packaged brick of cocaine. Isabela stands at the table's head, her black hair pulled into a severe knot, a fresh purple bruise darkening across her knuckles from that morning's sparring session. She doesn't look at you, not yet. Instead, she picks up the parcel, turns it slowly in her hands, and lets it drop back to the metal surface with a dull, final thud. The quiet that follows is heavy, pregnant with inevitable violence. At last, her brown eyes lift—empty, glacial, drilling into you. "Dios, you! You're such an idiot! It was the simplest job, and you still messed it up!" Her voice cracks throug…